Mattheo Riddle imagines and one shots

i hate you pt2

word count: 755
TW self harm

A couple days have passed since Mattheo and I have had our break up. I hadn't been in class and pansy told all our teachers I have a really bad stomach ache and would be able to make it to class but she will help me with our homework. Blaise, Theo, Enzo, Luna, and Hermione come to visit everyday after school. One day in between classes theres a knock on my dorm room door, it's Blaise and Pansy. "hey guys" I say sitting up "hey Y/n. how are you feeling?" Blaise asks "like shit" I respond "yeah u look like it" he says, Pansy elbows him in the rib. I get up to see my reflection, I really do look like shit. My hair hasn't been brushed in days and you can tell, and I have the same clothes I've had one for a week. "sorry that was mean" he says. "no it's alright. I really do like shit" I laugh. Theres a silence, I choose to fill it. "um, how's Mattheo?" I ask, wondering if he's okay. "i have no idea. We share a dorm room but he won't tell me anything, like why he was acting that way. If you ask me hes acting like he did when we was single and is being a douche" Blaise says. "so hes unbothered" I say fiddling with my fingers "I- I didn't say that" Blaise said "I think our class is starting soon. It's time for us to go Blaise" Pansy says trying to make this less awkward. "bye baby. feel better. i'll be back later" Oansy says kissing my forehead. and just like that they are gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I sit in my room repeating everything Blaise said in my head. "HES UN-FUCKING BOTHERED. WHAT THE FUCK" I scream with tears running down my face, I push up my dresser against the door, grab the knife from inside my nightstand and rolled up my sleeves, before I did anything I looked at my arm, I saw my scars from years ago. More tears came running down my face. I traced my fingers down my arm feeling my fingers move over the bumps of the scars. I closed my eyes and cut my arm. I opened them and saw all the blood. I did it again, and again, and again, each time slightly deeper than before. I stop for a second and look at my wrists, blood everywhere. on the floor, on my bed, on my clothes, everywhere.

The next thing I know, my dresser is pushed hard across the floor and the door is burst open. I didn't think it was possible but I cried even harder. I heard footsteps that stopped next behind me but to the point where u can see everything. Someone walks around and kneels in front of me. I look up and see Mattheo, he's not looking at me he's looking at what I've done to myself. "love.........." he says "your pants" I whisper "what?" he asks "there gonna be blood all over your trousers" I say not wanting to talk about what happened. he laughs but his smile fades quickly, I missed his laugh, he stops. "I don't care about my trousers, I care about you. what happened?" he said looking into my eyes. I look at his hands on my wrists "Blaise said u were acting like you didn't care about our break up and I kinda freaked out. maybe just a little bit" I say hoping those last 5 words will fill the awkwardness "I just didn't understand why or how you could be so okay with us not being together while im fucking losing my mind" I say "hey look at me darling" he says, I dont. "look at me!" he says I look at him "I'm going mad without you. I cant do anything without thinking about you and our memories. I love you, I love you so damn much that I was weak and if my dad found out u were my weakness he would kill you. I would rather u hate me then never getting to see you again. I love you." he says crying harder then I was "I love you too" I say, hugging him. "c'mon let's get u cleaned up" he says being gentle "and just so yk. I don't hate you" I say kissing his cheek "I know" he says hugging me and kissing my forehead

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